A certain Lady Anna (English)

Her purpose is no longer beauty,
But beyond all sublime beauty; her eyes are hesitant
and her face round as steel gun barrel
or a Russian widow’s; a pliant smile
is conceived in her with narrow lips
still unrouged (she’s brought up six kids
and nearly died of the last...)
Look, you Jack-the-lads!
A flat, indestructible world.
An apple rots there where wasps immerse
Their delicate legs in the tender juices.
Oh yes, this is the reason she didn’t even move
when her death nodded like an ideal mother.
A flat, indestructible world.
Like a little frog she jumped by mistake
into an oily stain, a model of a lake without banks.
Cranes sail over Europe,
Before I slaughter more cleanly,
As if after a killing.
She taunts me that I could be a witness...